4 People I would give a Fred Flintstone vitamin to (sorry, can’t go with the BSRITMONW option):1. Mijo.2. Mi novia.3. Casey, for his story “How to Survive a Gnome Attack.”4. Quinn, since it’s two days till QuinnFest.

San: Neither vocation nor avocations: they were both avocados: elegant fruits. Jacksonmiss is where most of the familial Texans in exile still live (another branch is in Nashville); it's also where I graduated high school before I matriculated up Cambridge-way.

Tres Leches just seemed a very fine "pseudonym" for San Antonio; it ain't sickly sweet, just sweetly sticky.

The chapel she exists, eastside on Beethoven, run by a little tribe of Polish nuns. If that ain't the Real World, I don't know what is.